I request you to find a nice, cozy corner with your favourite drink and read this article in peace. You may agree with it or not, but you will reflect on it. My hope is that you will agree more than you will disagree.
As the end of yet another academic year approaches, all schools, or at least the ones that care, reflect. Final exams are culmination of the year’s work for the children, exhibited as grades on exams. Similarly, the culmination of a school’s work in the year is exhibited as a result card for final exams, perhaps a School year book or annual magazine. If learning were as binary as opening a school for learning to happen and closing it for the holidays where no learning happens, the job of the teacher would be astronomically harder, and the learning for a child, so much more.
Judging a school on a tangible scale is thus as cruel as judging a child based on a questionnaire written over a span of a few hours. Similar to how learning happens everywhere, the impact of the learning may not be evident immediately. When a teacher/guide/adult introduces a subject to a child, she is not just talking about a concept, she is lighting a spark; adding a word to a song. Thus the learning everywhere is not like filling a vessel with water, but it is like forming waves. Waves which expand and recede and repeat and crash on the shores of life.
Thus, each day adds more words to the song. A song that we at Cremon like to call – The Song of Life. A song that we all keep writing instinctively during times of peace, in wars outside or within ourselves; sometimes dreaming, sometimes wide awake, sometimes in the full view of people, sometimes on the darkest or happiest days of our life, in birth and in growth until we take our last breath on this land. A song that has a definite beginning but no ending. Yet, there is somehow a beauty to each song in its own way. For, who can judge the beauty of someone else’s life?
We at Cremon try with passion in our hearts to ensure that the time spent with us, among us, on our grounds and beyond is beautiful and meaningful. Our voice is that we are all merely strands by ourselves. If we consider ourselves lone wolves, the strand is weak and will break with the weakest wind, just as a lone wolf cannot survive in the wild. When we expand our thinking to include our friends and families, these strands start to form a web, one which can weather small winds. When we take the love in our hearts from just our immediate acquaintances and into our communities, we are beginning to get somewhere. Now imagine thinking of all of human race as our family. The web is much stronger. While this strong web is a good start, we have to realize that a web, regardless of how strong it is, cannot stay in the wind, it is always anchored to something, just as we are anchored to our land, and all the life that we share it with. Real magic happens when our web is anchored to the land and everything else on it, becoming a “Web of Life”. Any good school tries its best to do its part in this web of life and hope the parents and our communities do their part beyond the school walls to ensure this web of life is built strong.
What is knowledge but a search for the truth, and what is true education but a means to give meaning to our knowledge and our lives?
- Vinaya Devi